Pamela Vander Zwan- It’s 2006, I watch as a looming crisis forms on the horizon of the American Dream. By 2008 I am standing in “the ashes” of the “financial” apocalypse and its nuclear winter is setting in. It makes me think about what will stand in for us when we cannot stand in for ourselves? I want to bear witness to this virtual Armageddon but I must leave room for belief in the Dream.
So I go about capturing images of National Park vistas and forgotten pathways. And like jump cuts in a film, I splice the images with remnants of an abandoned homestead, or a humble tchotchke, an obsolete phone booth or as in this image, Untitled (bombé), a singularly preserved American antique curated into the protective custody of a musuem. Will the places and objects that survive us be enough to prove the Dream was real and not a figment of our collective imagination? I fear a society that is so easily manipulated by a few can mean but one thing. That the detritus discovered under our ash and dirt will not be enough to prevent the laughter when it is revealed we believed we had control over our own destiny. http://www.pamelavanderzwan.com/